While cleaning my son's room, I opened his desk drawer as usual and found several books lined up inside. They turned out to be a collection of adult magazines my son had been gathering. Thinking it was just natural curiosity for a boy his age, I figured it wouldn't hurt to take a quick look, so I reached out and opened one. But the content was far more explicit than I expected—intense, vivid descriptions that stirred something deep inside me. In an instant, I felt heat rising between my legs. Unable to resist, I began touching myself right there in my son's room. Though I felt a twinge of embarrassment at what I was doing, I couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.